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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.