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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.