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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.