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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.