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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.