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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 JFA 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.