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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
The Move,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.