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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Model 500,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.