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 East Timor 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Ten City,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
The Slits,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.