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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.