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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.