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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.