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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.