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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.