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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.