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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex 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 Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.