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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.