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 France and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Josef K,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.