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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.