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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.