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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.