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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
X-101,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.