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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Gong,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.