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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Wire,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.