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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.