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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.