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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Crime,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.