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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.