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 Marshall Islands 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.