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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.