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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
DNA,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.