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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.