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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
The Associates,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.