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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions 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?
Magazine,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.