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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.