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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.