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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.