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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Can,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.