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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.