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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.