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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.