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 Norway and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
The Index,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.