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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.