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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the electroclash 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.