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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.