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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Excepter,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Unwound,
AZ,
The Martian,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.