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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.