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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
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.