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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Inner City,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Q65,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.