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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.