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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.