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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.