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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.