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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.