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 San Marino 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.