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 Uruguay 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.