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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.