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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.