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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.