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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.