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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.