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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Motorama to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.