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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.