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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.