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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.