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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.