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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.