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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.