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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
the Swans,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.