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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.