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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.