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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Crime,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.