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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.