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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.