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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.