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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.