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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.