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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Nas,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.