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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
X-101,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.