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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Mars,
MC5,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.