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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s 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 Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.