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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.