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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.