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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.