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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.