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 Serbia and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Excepter,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.