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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.