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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.