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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.