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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.