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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.