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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
The Sound,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.