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 Solomon Islands 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.