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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.