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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Can,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.