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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.