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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Wings,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.