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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.