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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.