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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Gong,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
The Names,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.