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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Index,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.