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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.