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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.