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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.