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 Argentina and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.