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 Russia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
The Monks,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.