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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.