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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.