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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.