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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.