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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scion to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.