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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Nas,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.