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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.