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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.