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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.