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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Slave,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.