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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.