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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nico to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.