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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Pylon,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.