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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.