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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.