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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.