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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Pole,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.