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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.