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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.