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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.