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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.