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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.