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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.