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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.