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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.