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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.