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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Faraquet,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.