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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.