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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.