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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
DNA,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.