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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.