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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.