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 India and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.