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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.