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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.