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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s 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 The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
the Germs,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
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.