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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.