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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.