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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.