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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
The Sound,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.