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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.