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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.