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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Japan,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.