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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.