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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.