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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.