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 India and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Mars,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Monks,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.