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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.