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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.