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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.