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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.