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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Nico,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.