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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.