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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.