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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.