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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.