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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.