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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
10cc,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.