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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.