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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.