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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
The Slits,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.