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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
X-101,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.