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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.