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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.