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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
the Association,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.