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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Josef K to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.