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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.