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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.