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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.