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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.