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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
UT,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.