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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.