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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.