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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.