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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.