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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.