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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.