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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.