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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.