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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.