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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.