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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.