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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.