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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.