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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Ludus,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.