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 Japan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.