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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.