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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.