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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Human League to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.