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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.