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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.