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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.