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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.