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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.