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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
UT,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.