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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
X-102,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.