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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.