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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.