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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.