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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.