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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.