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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Q65,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.