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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.