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 States and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
10cc,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.