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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.