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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.