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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.