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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.