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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.