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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.