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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.