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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
The Gories,
X-102,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.