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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.