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 Eritrea 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.