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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.