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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Beau Brummels 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
ABBA,
X-101,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.