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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.