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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.