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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.