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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Can,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.