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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.