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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.