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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.