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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.