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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.