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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.