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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.