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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.