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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.