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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.