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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Can,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.