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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.