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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Zapp,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.