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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.