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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.