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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.