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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.