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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
the Swans,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.