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 Antigua and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
The Index,
June Days,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.