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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.