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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Remains to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.