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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
The Saints,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.