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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.