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 Cape Verde 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.