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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.