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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.