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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.