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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.