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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.