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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.