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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.