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 Chad 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
UT,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.