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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.