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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.