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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.