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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.