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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.