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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.