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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Swans,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.