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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 the Normal 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.