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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.