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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Pylon,
ABC,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.