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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.