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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Q65,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.