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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.