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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.