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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.