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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Move,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.