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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.