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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.