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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.