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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Inner City,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.