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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.