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 Bangladesh 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.