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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.