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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.