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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Rekid,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.