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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.