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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Index,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.