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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.