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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.