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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.