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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.