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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Smog,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.