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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.