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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.