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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.