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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Erasure,
Television,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.