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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.