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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.