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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.