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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.