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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.