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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.