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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.