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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.