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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.