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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.