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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.