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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Victims,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.