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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
CMW,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.