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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.