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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.