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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.