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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
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 The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.