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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.