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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Organ to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.