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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.