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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.