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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.