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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.