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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.