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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.