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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '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 Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.