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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.