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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.