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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.