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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
AZ,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Franke,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.