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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Swans,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.