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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.