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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.