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 Austria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.