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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.