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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Crime,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
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Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Television,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.