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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.