Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Can,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.