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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.