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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.