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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.