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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.