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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Count Five to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
ABC,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.