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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.