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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.