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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 the Association to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.