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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Nik Kershaw 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.