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 Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.