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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.