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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
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 The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Television,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.