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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.