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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.