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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.