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 San Marino and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.