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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 the Slits to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.