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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 June Days 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.