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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.