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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.