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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
10cc,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.