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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
The Slits,
UT,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.