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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.