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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.