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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps 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?
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Gong,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.