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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.