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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.