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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.