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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Dead Boys to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Magma,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.