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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.