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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.