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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.