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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.