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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.