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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.