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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Flipper,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.