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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.