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 Yemen and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
The Monks,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.