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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Can,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.