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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.