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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.