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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.