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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.