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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.