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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.