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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.