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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.