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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.