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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.