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 France and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Can,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.