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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Television,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.