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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Mars,
The Fall,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.