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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.