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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.