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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.