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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.