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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.