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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.