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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Index,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.