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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.