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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
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.