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 Taiwan 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.