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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.