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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.