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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.