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 Canada and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.