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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
June Days,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.