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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.