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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.