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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.