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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Aswad,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
The Victims,
UT,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.