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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.