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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.