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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.