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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Victims to the disco 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.