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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.