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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.