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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.