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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.