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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.