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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.