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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.