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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 PIL to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.