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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.