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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.