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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.