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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.