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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.