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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.