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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.