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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.