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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.