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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.