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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.