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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Can,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.