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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.