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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Sparks,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.