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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.