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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.