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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Smog,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.