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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Q65,
Smog,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.