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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Mission of Burma 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.