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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
MC5,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.