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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.