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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Index,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.