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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Little Man,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Q65,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.