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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gong to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Swans,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.