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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.