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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.