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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.