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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.