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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.