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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Scion,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.