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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.