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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.