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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.