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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.