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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.