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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.