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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Television,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.