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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.