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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Faust,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.