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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
June Days,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.