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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Index,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.