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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.