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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Yaz,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.