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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.