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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.