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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
ABC,
Interpol,
Television,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.