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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.