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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.