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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Can,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
CMW,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.