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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.