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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.