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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.