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 Liberia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.