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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.