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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Monolake,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.