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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Nico,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.