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 Dominican Republic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.