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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.