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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
MC5,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.