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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.