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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.