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 Laos and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.