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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.