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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.