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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.