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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.