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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.