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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
MC5,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.