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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.