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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.