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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.