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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Scion,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.