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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Yaz,
cv313,
Kayak,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.