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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.