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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.