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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.