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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.