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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.