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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.