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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.