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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Fear,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.