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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.