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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Moleskins 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.