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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Scientists to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.