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 New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Television,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.