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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Pole,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.