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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.