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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.