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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
The Motions,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.