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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Erasure,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
DNA,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.