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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Symarip,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.