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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.