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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Index,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.