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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.