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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.