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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.