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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Gong,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.